Lord of the night.

Chapter 1497 Guardian Assembly

Fang Che completely let loose, spending two days and two nights playing in the square.

Because Feng Yunqi and Dongfang San San are both too busy to deal with him right now, and Xue Fuxiao is not around.

Only these three high-ranking members of the Guardians know his full identity, and they only contact him when there is a legitimate reason to do so.

Apart from these three, anyone else who approaches him... is just playing around.

Including Rui Qianshan.

Fang Che also realized that Master Jian really didn't know anything... So, Master Jian was the most honest person—he genuinely only treated him well based on his first impression.

The time before the conference was Fang Che's complete free time: none of the righteous sects who could control him were there, and none of the guardians who could control him were bothering him...

That's so incredibly cool.

I go out every day to relax and enjoy myself, and then go back at night to cultivate my inner self through dreams.

Under Ye Meng's resolute protests, Fang Che adopted a gentle and meticulous approach, but it dragged on for too long, and Ye Meng couldn't bear it any longer and protested again. So he switched to a storm-like approach, and then to a mixed approach of gentleness and brutality...

In short, we can win no matter how we fight.

That evening, afterwards.

As Fang Che lay in bed, thinking about his family, he couldn't help but let his imagination run wild: Yan Beihan, the all-around commander; Bi Yunyan, the array master; Ye Meng, the alchemy master; Feng Xue, the gentle and nurturing anchor, the kind of person who makes everyone feel safe and secure as long as she's there…

Yan Beihan is an offensive type, while Feng Xue is a defensive type. Yan Beihan is strategic and tactical, while Feng Xue can stay in the rear. The two complement each other perfectly, one gentle and the other soft.

Both Ye Meng and Bi Yunyan are powerful support characters.

"Isn't it already an army..."

Fang Che rested his hands behind his head, lost in thought: If we're talking about the perfect setup, it seems we're still missing a manager type...

Beside her, Ye Meng's eyes were still streaked with tears, and she was breathing heavily. After a long while...

He asked, utterly bewildered, "How...how come it feels...stronger?"

Fang Che rested his hands behind his head, unmoved: "The key is that your man hasn't been home for a long time, so I'm making it up to you."

"..." Ye Meng slammed her head on the pillow and stopped talking.

After a moment, he asked again, "What were those little bottles you gave me before?"

"Is it easy to use?"

"Easy to use."

Ye Meng said, "It's quite amazing. After taking it, I felt some changes in my skin... especially the muscles under my skin... although it was very slight, it was very effective."

"That's a bit hard to say."

Fang Che said, "Well... women are different from one another. Even with the same physique, talent, and family background, they can gradually become worlds apart... you understand?"

"Hmm...you continue."

"To put it simply, it boils down to one sentence: it's rare for someone from a poor family to be exceptional... Those who understand, understand; those who don't, never will." (I typed a long paragraph here, then deleted it. To reiterate: those who understand, understand; those who don't, there's nothing that can be done.)
Fang Che smiled and whispered a long explanation in Ye Meng's ear.

I dreamt that I suddenly gained knowledge, but upon closer reflection, it seemed to make some sense.

Then she pouted: "You mean these are all leftovers from what Xiaoyanzi and the others used?"

"How could that be? This kind of thing is already a treasure of the Saint King level. Taking it once is equivalent to eternal life. It's not the same as what they've eaten and used since childhood. It's much more advanced."

Fang Che spoke eloquently: "Besides, there's also the spiritual liquid and slices of the True Soul Yin Yang Root that I specially gave you. As long as you keep consuming them, you will become even more perfect than them, much more perfect."

"And those little beads I gave you, once you've absorbed them all, your cultivation will increase rapidly without a doubt."

"These are all special treatments I gave you specifically."

Fang Che was smug.

Ye Meng pouted and said, "I don't believe you didn't give them any of these."

"But you are the most special one! I swear to God, what I gave you is completely different from what I gave to the other three!"

Ye Meng immediately became happy: "At least you have a conscience."

Of course they're different. Ye Meng's cultivation level isn't high enough yet, so she can't use those god-level beads. That's why Fang Che gave her the flying centipede one...

So the beads in Night Dream are several grades lower now... How can they be the same?
Exhausted from the previous night's dream and pleased by Fang Che's coaxing, she fell asleep happily.

They didn't even realize Fang Che's slip of the tongue: "Give her three..."

There were originally two of them.

Fang Che himself didn't notice.

Fang Che got up early in the morning to attend a meeting; today was the first day of the meeting.

When Ye Meng woke up, Fang Che had been gone for a long time. She was washing up with a sweet smile on her face, humming a little tune as she busied herself. Then she cooked a pot of soup, checked all the spiritual plants in the yard, and communicated with them spiritually.

Then we discovered something strange: many of the original spiritual plants were accusing us of growing too fast and squeezing out our living space...

It's not that serious, but the spiritual plants have already divided up their respective territories over the years, and now that two new people have suddenly joined, they're a little annoyed.

Then Ye Meng discovered that Fang Che had planted a True Soul Yin Yang Root in each of the four corners of the front and back yards at some unknown time.

It was the tender sprout of the mother body of the Yin-Yang Root of the True Soul that Fang Che brought back.

Unable to contain his amazement, he thought: "Is Mr. Fang already planning for 500,000 years into the future?"

Furthermore, once this plant spreads its vines, it can truly blot out the sky and cover the entire area, covering every yard and every tree in the vicinity...

Are you feeling unwell?

"It's not that I feel uncomfortable... In fact, the four of them are the Four Symbols Gathering Spirit, connecting heaven and earth. They don't belong to the righteous soul yin and yang roots of this continent, but belong to a different species, which is actually a good thing for us... It's just a bit crowded."

The spiritual plants are also conflicted now.

Gathering spiritual energy is a good thing.

But it's so annoying that these things crawl all over the rice plants... Although they're not afraid, they don't want to be covered in them.

"Then pull it out?" Ye Meng asked.

"Never mind, let's keep it..."

The spiritual plants all agreed, reluctantly admitting it. They wanted the spiritual energy gathered by others but wouldn't let them live... This was truly unreasonable.

Ye Meng breathed a sigh of relief after resolving the problem: "Then I'll go back and rest... If anything happens in the future, just let me know."

With a whoosh, all the spiritual plants swayed their branches and leaves together.

The spiritual plants planted here, over time and due to the characteristics of the sacred mountain, have long since developed a faint spiritual consciousness.

After reluctantly accepting the newcomer, they began to get busy.

Snap, snap, snap... The branches danced, catching all the little insects that flew onto them and the leaves. The branches then drooped down and poked into the ground at the base of the tree, turning the captured animals into fertilizer.

"Don't move...it's a bee...don't catch it!"

A newly blossoming tree angrily cried out, "Stop grabbing! Leave some for me..."

……

Great Hall!
This is the largest venue in the Guardians' headquarters, but it's obvious to anyone with eyes that it can't possibly accommodate so many people.

"Uncle Xuewu, we need to have a meeting inside..."

Dongfang San San sincerely instructed Xue Wu: "Please activate your spatial power... and your amplification power. Just like the previous times."

Xuewu readily agreed: "These old monsters usually hate meetings, so it's better if we don't go in."

So he generously agreed: "Don't worry! I'll take care of you."

They didn't ask at all: With so many top experts at headquarters, why use me when you could just find anyone to fill the gap?

He didn't dare ask.

I'm afraid that if I ask, they'll find out I'm not needed anymore, and then I'll just have to go in and sit there in a meeting...

So I quickly got to work.

The beginning of the Chen hour.

A long queue formed at the entrance.

They were all very well-behaved.

Unlike the relaxed atmosphere of yesterday's casual stroll and chat, everyone standing in line here is serious and upright, like soldiers ready to charge into battle at any moment.

Every moment.

When the wind blows, everything happens.

A table was set up.

A huge white jade stone was placed on top.

The doors to the venue opened.

People are starting to enter.

"Everyone, use your spiritual power to press on the jade stone. Those on the list will be automatically displayed, and then you can enter the venue. Each chair has a name on it; please find the seat with your name on it." "No noise."

So, starting with Bu Chou, everyone filed in, moving very quickly.

With a touch of spiritual energy onto the jade, the person was instantly transported inside and seated in their own place.

Fang Che stood among his brothers.

However, today all his brothers had dark faces and ignored him.

I've gotten so many beatings these past two days because of this guy, I can't even count them all.

Xue Changqing and Xue Yizun were on either side of Fang Che. They were quite enthusiastic, and Xue Changqing insisted that they drink together after the meeting that night.

He also emphasized, "Mr. Fang, let's go to your place for a drink. We can also visit your wife while we're at it."

Fang Che had no choice but to agree.

Visiting someone's home for drinks is considered a family banquet, a supreme honor in the Guardian Continent, reserved for the closest of relationships.

Furthermore, Xue Changqing understood that if he suggested going out for drinks, Fang Che could easily brush it off with a simple "I have something to do." But if he suggested going to Fang Che's place for drinks... it wouldn't be appropriate for him to refuse...

Xue said slowly, "We'll go together then."

He gritted his teeth: "Drink more!"

Mo Ganyun and the others responded in unison: "Yes, let's go together!"

Xue Changqing frowned: "Huanhuan, when are you going to give me the assignments I gave you to complete? Mo Ganyun, although I didn't ask you to do anything too complicated, you haven't finished the simple ones yet? Feng Xiangdong, you haven't done your homework, have you?"

moment.

The brothers were pale and silent as if terrified.

Those standing nearby, including Xue Piaopiao and Yu Zhongkuang, subtly took two steps back, hiding their faces behind others to minimize their presence.

too frightening.

Xue Changqing called out several more names, his expression growing increasingly grim: "None of you did your homework?! Not a single one?! I'm going to report this to Ninth Master later..."

"Brother Fang, have you finished your homework?" Dong Yunyu asked with a dark face.

This guy is trying to drag people down with him.

Fang Che said, "Of course... Ah, it's our turn to go in..."

So, with lightning speed, he pressed down on the jade stone in front of Feng Wanshi, and vanished in a flash.

Everyone stepped forward.

Dong Yunyu said with a dissatisfied look, "He definitely didn't do it..."

Xue slowly scolded, "What the hell? I didn't even ask him whether he was going to be Evergreen or not!"

Upon entering the venue, Fang Che discovered that it was much more profound than before.

The space is vast.

With so many people coming in, it didn't feel crowded at all. In fact, there was a half-foot gap between each chair, enough to put teacups and other small items.

Directly opposite is the dais.

Behind the rostrum was a huge relief mural, made of various gemstones and jade, depicting an endless night sky and the mountains and rivers of the world.

Under the lights, rays of light radiated throughout the entire venue.

Sixteen characters, above the mountains and rivers.

"The lights of every home are on my shoulders; the lives and deaths of every person are in my heart!"

Further up was a banner made entirely of purple and gold.

"The Gathering of Heroes of the Guardian Continent!"

The name is very simple.

But it can encompass everything.

You can use any title like this: it can be a commendation, a summary, a performance review, a punishment, or an announcement—it can encompass everything.

We're all seasoned veterans; many of us can tell from these eight characters that this meeting won't be over in three to five days.

Absolutely not.

They sat down obediently one by one and began to check the food and drinks in their spatial rings. Then some of the seasoned veterans started to look for the most convenient entrance and exit... so that they could sneak out for a break at any time without being noticed by their superiors.

This is clearly a space-based technique; here, invisibility is like being focused by a searchlight, rendering it not only useless but also the first thing to be exposed.

Fang Che glanced at his seat.

Sigh.

I'm in the second row!

Moreover, it was the middle of the second row, which meant that I was sitting in the second row directly in front of my uncle's face.

This is... there's no way to slip away even if you want to.

Fang Che was a little confused: Xue Changqing was in the middle of the third row, right behind him, while Dong Yunyu and the others were in the thirtieth row and couldn't be seen at all.

"How come I'm so close!" Fang Che transmitted his voice to Xue Changqing.

Xue Changqing said with a dark face, "I'd like to switch with you, but you think it's too close? Did you come here just to show off?"

Fang Che had no choice but to threaten, "Keep an eye on me. I've been eating something bad lately and I can't control my farting."

Xue Changqing's square face instantly turned so dark it was unbearable to look at.

Chen Shi (7-9 AM).

Everyone entered the venue.

There were faint whispers, but as a chill swept over them, they fell silent.

Ningxue Jian Rui Qianshan, dressed in white like snow, ascended the high platform with her hands behind her back.

He addressed the entire room calmly, saying, "Now, let me announce the meeting rules."

"First, no whispering. Second, no improper manners. Third, no going out before rest time. Fourth, no sleeping..."

He went on to say about ten points.

Below, someone raised their hand and asked, "Lord Jian, what should I do if I can't hold my diarrhea?"

It was Shen Liang.

The old folks burst into laughter.

Rui Qianshan coldly replied, "You can send me a telepathic message, and I have a way to help you deal with it."

Shen Liang shrank back and remained silent.

It's unbelievable that I can't even make a joke...

At the end of Chen time.

As the gates opened, it was as if countless holy lights shone simultaneously.

A person walked in, bathed in holy light.

Everyone stood up in unison.

"Nineth Master!"

Dongfang San San walked in first, followed by Yu Tianqi and others.

The Guardians' high-ranking members totaled nineteen.

Dongfang San San stood in the very center.

With a smile, he glanced around and said, "Many of you brothers haven't seen me before. Although you've all guessed who I am today, I'll still introduce myself. I'm Dongfang San San."

He bowed deeply: "Thank you all for your life's work!"

Everyone bowed in unison: "Thank you for your hard work, Ninth Master!"

"Everyone, please sit down."

Dongfang Sansan smiled.

Rui Qianshan, acting as the meeting's discipline officer, shouted, "Sit down!"

Wow!
Everyone took their seats at the same time.

Fang Che looked up and saw that there were several people in the seats above whom he did not recognize.

There was an empty seat to Dongfang San San's right, which belonged to Xue Fuxiao. Surprisingly, to the left was not Yu Tianqi, but another unfamiliar old man. Yu Tianqi was in the empty seat, while Rui Qianshan's seat was next to the old man on the left.

Then there were several unfamiliar people on both sides. It wasn't until the fifteenth or sixteenth person that Yu Haoran, Feng Congrong, and others appeared.

The Guardians' true strength has only now been partially revealed!

(End of this chapter)